"Ms. Gu, please treat Cross."
Misya looked at Gu Tong somewhat pleadingly, but the device in her hand presented a stark contrast.
Gu Tong was in a passive situation, with no right to resist at all.
She placed the medical kit on the table and began preparing the tools needed for the surgery.
Forceps, scalpel, needle and thread, cotton, gauze, anesthetics, alcohol, disinfectant!
The tools were ready!
Gu Tong was ready to start the surgery. She glanced at Kun and said flatly, "I need a fire source for disinfection!"
Kun grunted in response but did not refuse; instead, he lit a candle beside Cross. After all, injuries on the battlefield were inevitable, and such temporary treatments required thorough preparation.
Gu Tong pressed her lips but did not speak. She picked up the disinfectant and wiped the blood off Cross's arm, then smoothly administered an injection of anesthesia.
